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I nodded to the basket. “I think I can make it home without a glass. Thank you, though.”
Jack looked visibly relieved.
Five minutes later, I was sitting behind the steering wheel of my truck and closed my eyes.
Wilder Presley was back in town.
Twelve years ago, I had watched that man drive out of my life with not so much as a backward glance. He had broken my heart that day, and he hadn’t even known it.
Wilder Presley was back, and so were all those feelings I thought I had buried.
No amount of Southern was going to make this any easier.
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Chapter One
Playboy
Just another Saturday?
“Where are you going?”
I dropped my cigarette to the gravel and snuffed it out with the toe of my boot. “Bed.”
Jet inhaled deep on his cigarette. “Alone or you got company joining you?” he wheezed before blowing out a plume of smoke.
“Right now, alone, but we both know that can change from here to my bedroom door.”
It was early Saturday morning at the Sacramento Skinz strip club, and I was ready to call it a night. Most of the dancers were offstage and done for the evening which meant I was going to have my pick of the girls to warm my bed tonight.
“Barracuda talk to you?”
I nodded. “Tried to avoid him, but he tracked me down.”
“That means you’re in charge of the new weekend muscle?”
That was exactly what it meant. “He tried to shine it up by saying I was the head of security, but we all fucking know it means I’m the one throwing out drunk assholes Friday and Saturday nights.”
Jet chuckled. “Well, at least you have a week to get used to it.”
“I’d rather Barracuda work out whatever shit is going on with the security company than have the club do security.”
“Hey, just think of it like when the club first opened Skinz. We rotated nights, and it worked.”
That was before the club became so well known. Now, with Skinz being popular, there were easily one hundred and fifty people in the club at any time. When there was an event going like jello wrestling or bubble parties, that number almost tripled.
“Well, I can handle it for a little bit, but I fucking hope Barracuda is looking for a new security company.”
“You’ll have your first shot at the girls if you’re working security.”
I rolled my eyes. I had first shot at the girls either way. I wasn’t called Playboy for nothing. “I’ll catch ya later, Jet.”
I opened the door to the club, and the loud thumping of the bass hit me along with the smell of whiskey and cheap perfume. God knew these girls made a shit-ton of money, but it seemed like they all wore the same fucking overly sweet scent.
Normally, I knew what girl I wanted. They seemed to rotate through with barely any lasting more than a few nights. Tonight, it was different.
